on being sane

more often than not, i look around me wonder what chain of events has lead my life to this point. quite often i can not figure it out, although i guess sometimes i dont really want to. good, bad, frustrating, exhilarating, its all there, but in a different language in a place that i never fathomed i would live. tonight, encouraged by our second collective meal after a drought of not eating together for quite awhile, illana and paty got into another one of their rousing debates, tonight about grammar. i could watch those two go at it for hours, although there are times that i do have to leave the room because the sight of them bringing eachother to extreme points of confusion and frustration is just too entertaining to take any longer. they have quite a rapport going on a good day, illana reprimanding paty for eating things that arent healthy, paty getting after illana about eating breakfast. tonight, they danced eachother into circles trying to figure out the correct conjugation of preterit verbs, which did not end when illana left to take a shower. i came back to the conversation to find illana, in a towel and dripping wet, listening to paty read a definition out of the dictionary and then yelling ´´i won´´ with the grammar mistake they had just been discussing. between the two of them, i wonder about the sanity of this household. así es la vida